"You'd better," warned Judith. "If you think I'm going to turn down a chance for a real outfit, without hearing the argument, you're mistaken."
"I told you I'd help you," insisted Douglas.
"You! What could you buy!" jibed the girl.
"I was thinking, Jude," said John, "why don't you let me get you one of those regular riding suits like Eastern women wear, pants and one of those long coats."
"Everybody would laugh at me." Judith's voice was doubtful but deeply interested. "What do you think, Peter?"
"Women's clothes are out of my line," replied Peter.
"Aw, don't bribe her, Dad," protested Douglas.
"Bribe her!" snorted John. "For what?"
Peter gave a sardonic laugh that would have done credit to Charleton. "I'm going home, John, before I get hauled in on a family row. Doug, I'm pretty stiff. Will you help me saddle Yankee?"
Douglas rose reluctantly and followed Peter into the shed where Yankee was munching hay.